I have a confession. I’ve had the same ‘money holding receptacle’ for the last 16 years. I must call it a ‘receptacle’ because I can not bare to utter what it is. Hangs head in shame…..
Ok..big breaths….it’s a wallet…a teeny bopper wallet. On the otherside are the words ‘Sheriff of Nothin.’ Pretty cool indeed. I bought it when I was 15. I wasn’t into lugging handbags around. Who needs to cart luggage with them everywhere they go? I wanted something small to stick in my pocket. I wanted to be FREE! Shoulders, arms and hands free. Remember this was in the days when 40 cents was all you needed to call home.
And somehow my teeny bopper wallet has been with me throughout my late teens, twenties and encroached into the thirties. Even though I am a little bit more girly now and do posess one handbag.
However, all this must come to an end and I finally purchased a purse. A girly purse from Olga Burg It’s red so I can find it in my luggage, I mean handbag. How practical.
I splurged and also bought a handbag. You might think this is another step towards girlyness, but I’m sorry to disappoint you. This is to replace my old handbag, not adding to it. I still only have one handbag.
My poor old handbag. It’s a bit worst for wear. Also an olga. I’ve always loved the flowers and the shape.
But before I throw Mambo teeny bopper wallet out and enbrace a new girlier me. I must do something. Cut it open and scavenge the money that has worked its way into the fabric through the holes inside.
What! only $6.25. Where are the notes? Surely my wallet is old and tattered enough to have holes large enough to swallow the odd note. Bah there goes my saving plan.